Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2013 05:05:26 -0800 (PST)
From: derek james
Subject: The Adventures of Rex V: Rendezvous with Rolf (Part Two) for Gay Encounters
WARNING: The following is for adults only(18+). It contains depictions of
sexual acts between men. If this offends you or is inappropriate for you to
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The Adventures of Rex V: - Rendezvous with Rolf (Part Two)
Marlene Cromwell, one of Rex's fellow advertising executives with the firm,
spied a strange sight through Rex's partially open office door.
Marlene, the recently turned 40 petite professional woman with short dark hair and an attractive figure, looked curiously at her slightly older colleague whom she had worked with for over ten years now. Rex always seemed slightly aloof and never seemed to look at her...as a woman that is...always as a fellow
executive...nothing more. She was quite sure he must be gay although no one in the office knew for sure, Rex kept his home life very much to himself. The other male executives playfully hit on her since the day she walked in...Not Rex! He was a kindly professional gentleman through and through! A worker in the firm with a stellar reputation for pleasing both tough clients and the two senior partners who now ran the firm, Rex was above reproach.
Marlene gazed in at the handsome ginger-grey haired stud that had that pleasing distinguished look of being mature yet highly fit and muscular. She noted how dashing he looked in his dark blue 3-peice suit and fetching blue silk tie...a stunning man! Marlene shocked herself for being so attracted to this man...this very private man who was nothing more than a very amiable co-worker. She moved closer to the door and noticed Rex seemed to very be interested in his computer screen and he had rather intense if not strange look on his face. His six-foot frame sat hunched over at the large desk, gazing upon something on his computer but what? Marlene looked up and down the hallway...no other employees were in that area at the moment.
Gently, Marlene pushed the door open further and stepped into Rex's private corner office.
Rex, having been so bored and eager for his date with Rolf at 6:30, had opened a small stash of porn he kept hidden on his hard-drive for times when he just felt too horny to finish an ad campaign without a full, mind clearing ejaculation to get him back on track. Rex carelessly had left the office door ajar as he began to enjoy a slideshow of sexy, risqué content and his hand had wormed its way into his now wide open fly.
"Are you OK?" Marlene asked as she approached the front of Rex's desk on her nimble high-heeled clad feet.
"Marlene! You startled me!" Rex blurted out as he fumbled to close the slideshow and do up his fly discreetly.
Rex's rock hard uncut cock did not want to be shoved back into its prison again and now created a huge bulge in his suit trousers.
"You looked...funny. I'm sorry. You looked odd and I just wanted to check on you...that's all!"
Marlene said in a sheepish tone.
Rex laughed heartily and pulled himself up against his desk. "You have known me a long time now and I should just confess, I have a bit of date tonight and I am just a little preoccupied with the whole thing."
Marlene smiled back with her round face beaming. "You have never in all these years said anything about your dating life to me...I know nothing about you as far as your "outside" life goes."
Rex whispered, "Marlene, I can trust you...I should have long ago. I'm bi-sexual, that's the best way to describe my very open sexuality...and I have no partner by choice...I just play the field, so to speak and enjoy myself when possible and as often as I can!"
Marlene looked soulfully at this man she secretly fancied and offered, "That's cool, Rex...really fine. I am so pleased you told me. I hope you have fun tonight with the lucky "he" or "she" and play safe!"
They both chuckled at the serious tone of Marlene's play safe comment and Marlene blushed.
"You know I mean well...just me being...me!" Marlene added for good measure.
Rex found her cute blushing cheeks and her real concern for his sex safety very sweet and just a bit...sexy!
Marlene tiptoed away and shut his door respectively. She let her brown eyes mist over with just a hint of longing...maybe, she wondered...just maybe?
Rex sat back again and mused on what a dinner date might be like with petite Marlene after all these years as co-workers...what complications could arise? What mysteries might be solved?
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The day slowly came to an end. Rex dashed for the Underground station near his office and zipped off to Finsbury Park. He already had memorized Rolf's address and found a map online as well...he knew exactly where to walk once he left the Finsbury Park tube station.
Running in his black wingtip dress shoes was no easy task but he unbuttoned his suit coat and made the sprint. Being on time for Rolf was a must!
The three-floored house was just off the park and loomed up right where it should have according to Rex's pre-visit map reading. It was a mid-terrace home in a row of other old, fashionable dwellings. Perfect, thought Rex, just right for a successful bookstore owner & private sex therapist with wealthy patrons.
Rex mounted the five stone steps leading to the ornate front door. The evening was just getting dark as 6:30 arrived and Rex reached for the door knocker. The large brass ring was just within reach when he noticed the wooden door was ajar.
Pushing in and calling out in the dark front hallway, "Rolf, it's me...Rex!"
Rex moved in and waited slowly letting the door shut behind him. The feeling of an empty house confronted him and he began to wonder if he had the wrong day for their date. Another chilling thought flashed into his mind, maybe...maybe the house had been robbed and Rolf lay hurt somewhere inside. Rex felt a cold chill creep up his spine and his feet began to sweat profusely inside his black OTC sheer socks laced up inside his tight black wingtips.
"Rolf...hello! Are you here!" Rex said loudly in a voice near panic as stepped just a few paces further into the darkness...his fingers fumbling for a light switch. He changed his mind...he felt maybe he should remain in the dark...might be safer.
All was so quiet and dark within and not a single light was lit. The faded remnants of daylight were kept from the downstairs rooms by the firmly closed drapes. Rex was not sure whether he should call the police on his mobile or investigate further. He decided to take a quiet look around in the darkness. He unlaced his leather wingtips and slid them off...no need to make too much noise...just in case. He tip-toed around the large downstairs in his sheer socked feet but found no sign of his host. All the shadowy rooms appeared to be in order, just dark, quiet and deserted. Rolf had good taste and from what Rex could see...nice furnishings. His silky socked sweaty feet felt delightful as he moved along the plush carpets and hardwood floors beneath him...the run over had been brisk and wanted to slip off his suit coat...but he didn't dare, not yet!
"Rolf! Are you here?" Rex called at the foot of the stairs. He slowly ascended but still heard nothing at all. No answer, no sounds. At the top of the stairs he noticed a large shadow behind him. Two strong arms grabbed at him from behind and lifted his struggling body up and off the floor. Rex, taken by complete surprise, could not turn his head or see anything. He was propelled quickly into a nearby darkened bedroom and thrown, face down onto a large bed. He hardly reacted when a silken curtain chord was wound tightly round his wrists, binding them behind his back. Thrashing out with his legs he attempted to kick the stranger away but it was too late. His assailant had grabbed his thrashing socked feet and bound them tightly with chord round his ankles.
"What the hell is going on?" Rex stammered. A low laugh filled the room as a blindfold was tied around his head. He was now helpless and unable to see anything.
"Don't worry. You will know all too soon what I have in store for you!" rasped an unnatural voice from behind him. A voice that sent chills up Rex's tender spine. Could this be Rolf's idea of some fun, thought Rex, the idea was exciting and a little unnerving at the same time. Who knew what might happen. Rex decided he better play along...just in case.
"Stop your struggling. Feel this point!" the stranger said as he poked what seemed to Rex to be a blade of some nature at his ribs through his suit coat.
"OK. Just untie me. Tell me what you want. Where the hell is the guy who owns this house? So help me if you hurt Rolf..." Rex was cut off mid sentence with a coarse response.
"Shut it! The homeowner is fine. Just a bit tied up at present but fine. I want you, not him. So do as I say and I will leave...in a few hours and you both will be fine, you may be sore on the other hand!" the stranger said in a very aggressive tone that left Rex wondering what was about to happen. Rex was now in a cold sweat and his socked feet felt all clammy. He knew this might be Rolf having some fun, or a buddy of his hired to role play...but what if this guy was some internet crazy that had found him from the various personal ads he had placed over the last few years. He stopped moving and lay still face down on the bed. He felt the chords come off his wrists and ankles.
He told himself to relax...it may be all a game...just maybe!
"The blindfold stays on and I keep the knife nearby and ready in case you get clever or just plain stupid," the voice sneered at him.
"I Got it. Now what do I do? What do you want?" Rex asked in a hushed freighted tone.
A fiendish laugh filled the room and made Rex tremble. No words; just a laugh.
"I am going to sit here at the bottom of this bed and you're going to do ALL I say. No shit, just do it!" the voice demanded in no uncertain terms. "Now get undressed and keep the fucking blindfold on!" the voice continued with no hint of kindness.
Rex obeyed slowly and fumbled to remove his tie, then suit coat, vest and then his now sweaty dress shirt... tossing them off into the darkness and hitting the floor with soft thuds. Next he carefully slid off his suit trousers and dropped them off the bed as well.
His body was all wet and he shivered in just his red bikini briefs and sheer socks.
Rex lay back gingerly against the pillows and waited...wondering if he should keep any clothes on. It felt safe to have something covering his flesh...even if was just a few scant items. The stranger moved up on the bed with a jolt and straddled Rex's furry legs with gusto. The next thing Rex felt was the cold blade of a knife against his furry thigh. The damn blindfold was torture! He could not see anything!
"Look out, Gingerbread Boy. You may lose something precious," the stranger said with glee as he nimbly sliced upward, cutting a gash into Rex's tight underwear. Rex's flaccid uncut cock flopped out. The stranger cut away the lower bits of the cloth and pulled them off Rex and began to growl like a hungry tiger in the zoo. Rex sat naked apart from his odorous sheer socks and his uncut man-flesh gently lifted as if slightly aroused by the animal sounds coming from his captor.
"You horny dog! I knew your cock would start to leap around! You like to be manhandled...you fucker!" the stranger said in a very intrigued tone. Rex's cock was now engorging swiftly and it was rising up from its ginger nest like a tower of sheathed flesh. Rex knew he was very turned on and also very sacred. He was in this man's hands for better or worse.
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Meanwhile back at Uncle Rex's house a tired Collin carried on his devious plans.
Collin had been riding the London Underground almost all day. He was nearly caught picking a lady's purse on one line but nabbed her wallet before anyone really saw what he was up to. He found three unsuspecting victims in all and raided their wallets of cash before tossing them in various bins...nasty Collin had netted a total of nearly £400!
He sat sprawled on the floor of his uncle's bedroom and looked over the great spy camera and software he bought with the proceeds of his thievery. Dodging all the security cameras on the Underground was almost impossible but Collin was good at his work. He felt quite confident that his rather forgettable looks and innocent demeanour would have gone unseen and often did.
Installing the camera in a rather sneaky location was crucial for his plan to spy on all his dear Uncle Rex got up to in his bedroom. His old laptop computer was just about powerful enough to run the software and operate the spy camera. Another session of riding the Underground would pay for a much deserved upgrade he laughed to himself.
Collin stood and stretched like a cat before the large dressing mirror over the bureau. His looks were rather poor he thought sadly to himself, stringy hair...pimples and glasses. Not a beauty! But he may get enough money from Uncle Rex after the blackmail begins to cover all sorts of improvements to his physical condition...who knew...Rex might really pay out just to stop all the spy videos from hitting the net and ruining his career forever. Collin giggled and pushed back his greasy hair as he surveyed the room. He looked carefully all around the attractive manly room and mused...just where to place this little spy camera...mmmmm?
He needed it all done and dusted by 10 pm or so....just in time for Rex's arrival back with his date...if Rex kept to his word...and dear Uncle Rex always did! Collin really found his uncle's ultra reliable character a true pain in the ass!
"He'll pay!" Collin rasped aloud. "He'll wish I never set foot in this fucking house!"
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P.S. This is one of many "Rex" stories I have written and saved over the
last five years. I am pleased to be part of the Nifty collection now and
will be adding more of our handsome mature stud's adventures for you to
enjoy. Please write me...I love to hear from readers!
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